if I could remember,
I’d only start to cry.
I’d weep for all the chances
that somehow passed me by.

instead, I wallow in
the ignorance of bliss,
that never will I know
the things that I don’t miss.

my heart will never ache
for loves lost beauty in the past,
or bemoan a simple mistake
that caused it not to last.

If I could remember,
I know I would regret
every single thing
I’ve tried so earnestly
to
forget…

yet,
I realize I exist
in a state of temporary
impermanence,
on the journey to
the next minute
that has infinite
possibilities
but only one
finality.

I cannot stop the thought –

what would happen
if you touched me?

what happens when
she smiles?

what ocean holds
her tears?

what gentle breeze
of Summers past,
whispers
in her ears?

what memories remain,
in her fingertips?

what hours touch
the yearnings in her heart?

what moments seek
to comfort her
since
we have been apart?

what causes her
to dream?

what sorrows
fill her head?

what moon sends forth
it’s lonely beam
to shine
upon her bed

laying softly,
tenderly on her skin,

with a touch
as gentle and loving,
as the heart that beats within

the object of my desire.

illuminating her
in an angelic glow,
a beatific fire

that my heart
may never know.

morning mist
September’s daughter
gently kissed
upon the water

I’ve searched for you
in realms uncertain
peering through
your veiled curtain

forever seeking
what is not there
yet, you are speaking
everywhere

in whispered sighs
upon the breeze
in soft goodbyes
my heart you tease

you are here
you will not stay

you’ve come to usher
Summer away…

soundsof71:

Aretha Franklin, 1965, by Columbia Records’ Henry Parker. I came across this via nightflight, and remembered it from an album cover….then realized that I’d seen it on THREE album covers over the years.

The first appearance was on 1965′s Aretha Franklin Yeah!!! In Person with Her Quartet (also sometimes just called Yeah!!!), which is part of her sorely overlooked pre-Atlantic catalog on Columbia. This one is especially cool because it’s a live recording with Aretha fronting a jazz quartet (her last jazz outing until 1969), with Kenny Burrell (guitar) and Teddy Harris (piano) featured especially well. 

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To be precise, it was recorded live in the studio, with audience sounds overdubbed (a distressingly common practice well into the 70s). Hey, it works, though, and you really don’t know enough about Aretha until you know this record.

It turns out that the box set 

Take A Look: Aretha Franklin Complete On Columbia includes the live studio recording without the audience overdubs, and lo and behold, uses a detail from the very same photo as Yeah!!!.

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Tthe 2016 UK vinyl re-release of The Electrifying Aretha Franklin, her second album for Columbia, back in 1962 also used this photo (a vast improvement on the US original, and really, why the hell not). 

It actually sounds a lot more like the 50s, with Aretha on piano fronting big band arrangements of standards (”You Made Me Love You”, “Rock A Bye Your Baby”) and cheesy rock and roll/R&b mashups (”I Told You So”, “Rough Lover”). 

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She’d make some giant leaps in very short order, but it’s still startling to hear just how much authority she sang (and played!!!) with at only 19!!! (She was 20 by the time it was released.)

Seriously, check out Spotify, YouTube, or wherever else you scavenge for such things. Between Electrifying as a curio that will blow your mind, and Yeah!!! as an early classic, you’re gonna have some fun with these.

Aretha!!

when the sun is shining,
yet you don’t feel it,

when lost
is your only direction.

when the pain is such
you feel nothing can heal it

and your world
is bereft of affection.

when the thought of tomorrow
fills you with dread,

as your sun
sets into the sea.

let me calm the storm
raging inside your head.

if you need a break,
come, lean on me.

she has no sense
of what I see,
the essence of her
clings to me.

In her eyes
that  cannot exist.

why has that thought occurred?

was there something
that I missed,
something gone unheard?

how can she see,
if she can’t see me?

her ears cannot exist.

why has that thought occurred?

was there something
that I missed,
some unspoken word?

how can they hear,
if I am not there

to whisper
the sounds
she understands,

sounds that touch
the soul.

her hands cannot exist.

why has that thought occurred?

was there something
that I missed,
for they cannot touch me
yet, my heart just stirred

how can they hold?
I do not understand.
what could they hold,
if not my hand?

what is existence?
what is “to be”?
who planted these thoughts
inside of me?

thoughts that occur
when I think of her.

When I think

“can she exist?”

she claims to know
so many things,

how moonlight disappears.

how my heart breaks
when ere she sings,

the reason for my tears.

she claims to feel
the seasons

as they spin around.

each one supplies
the reasons

to the heartache of her sound.

why then, must I listen?
what choice
do I have?

the daylight comes,
the daylight goes.

the blood within
my veins still flows.

I close my eyes,
she knows why

my mouth emits
a whispered sigh

that echoes
her name

on midnight breezes.